The blackbirds hit our homes like hailstorms.
None of us in that cobblestone mansion...

At dawn, thrushes and finches
decorate her windowsill...

You are sharing a revered space with spirits
who chant their somber and hungry lyrics...

Droplets of whiskey
perfume the air as the winter...

I question spring's authenticity-
if she truly means to test my longing...

Am I but a taste to be savored?
A cacao seed that must be...

May I be luminous in you? Dazzle
like sunflowers who mimicked love...

I miss the way your fingernails
actually seized the sunshine...

These words are too hungry
for my soul's peace...

Stability is
a swinging pendulum that comes to a brief rest...

-
If we learn to love on earth...

Counting the number of fingers it takes
to hold you, meter and all, a ripple the wind...